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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Used Cars Songs like used cars pepper my cluttered head salt in my wounds, dreams soak my bed my scars like braille spell out your name at night and you lean over to turn off the moonlight Guitar and mandolin strings needle and thread my eyelids blood on the tracks, trash cans without lids your frown like cupid's bow broken over my head tonight and you reach for a glint of new dawn light Rain like a murder of crows scatter in your blue eyes form a heart with your hands and rise you're a lady of late spring plow the pillow for spent dreams and you can use sunlight to sew up my seams White piano key smile black eye takes 1000 winks wash your tie dyed wonder why in the sink Cheshire grinning girl of gold panning you from dream's river tonight and you bleach my bones with bright sunlight You bring me a glass of warm weather and a sprig of fresh June love bug slug bug, a punch in the arm yes, songs like used cars clog up the parking lot of my cluttered head pour stars into my wounds, I'll soak you up, beautiful red my scars like email messages spell out your name tonight and you lean over me to turn off that lonesome moonlight "The good thing about science is that it's true whether or not you believe in it." —Neil deGrasse Tyson |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Very, very well written tale of the beleaguered in love, but no love to share. I enjoyed your creative wordplay, it was most effective. I like your style, soul drifter. ~~ Those who are silent are the first to be shot. ~~ |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
quote: Great line. Enjoyed the read... just dark enough. Michael |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You have such a greaat way with your words, I am loving your ending and what you did with the moonlight. Yanno, your poetry is refreshing because it's always something different. Good on ya, sou drifter~ |
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